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The wanting, the needing
The beat, burn, and blacktop
The voice in the backdrop
The pinnacle we're climbing
The moon piercing veils
The ships underneath it
The fool, friend, and martyr
The gracious high priestess
The need for speed and space
The inquiry it takes
The soul lost for direction
The sense of strange relation
The stage on which it takes place
The scenery, the greenery
The flowers, fields, and bucketseats
The bottomed out and settling
The urge of exploration
The challeges we're facing
The rewards that we're reaping
The starlit summer evenings
The history, the mystery
The poet and his imagery
The witchcraft and the wizardry
The wardrum sounding suddenly
The Godhead and the end of times
The meaning, rhymes of nursery
The brillance and the subtle shine
The goodbye when it hurts to leave
The hello and the herioism
The greeting of an open chapter
The bravery and intensity
The following of what we're after
All that isn't mastered, that flowing and congealed
A game that is worth losing, to balance playing fields
Growing old on turning globes, full circle, back to whence we came
A memoir of a memory, scribed upon a well-worn page
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